Cock Worship

“You want to make me happy, don't you, faggot?” she asks, and I moan in the affirmative as I run my tongue up her cock, lovingly. “Of course you do. So you're going to worship my cock until I cum, aren't you? Earn yourself some fresh milk.”

I flex my tongue wide, pressing as much of it as I can to her hilt, before drawing it all the way up. Mom sighs in pleasure, leaning back against the garage door, looking down at me. Her lips curl into a warm, delighted smile, as she watches me.

“Oh, yes, you little faggot,” Mom moans, her eyes fluttering down at me in pleasure. Her eyes settle on me as I kiss a path down one side of her cock, reverently looking up at her. I stroke her cock with my tongue, sliding it up one side of her rod.

The taste of her pleasant on my tongue, the scent of her musk savoury in my lungs. I smile, loving the way she's talking to me now, offering a trail of kisses down her shaft. Mom's fingers flex against my scalp, as she purrs in pleasure in response.

The sound of her appreciation is like music in my ears, making my desperate for more. I lick up her length and kiss a path back down, the sooner to lick her again. The flavour, the scent, the sound, it all makes me enjoy worshipping Mom's shaft.

“Fuck, you're such an enthusiastic faggot,” Mom moans in pleasure, her free hand pressed against the door, fingers splayed for balance. The hand on my head strokes through my hair, caressing and rewarding me for my devoted attention to her.

Mom's fingers in my hair stretch and flex, splaying across my scalp. Curling gently, she grinds them against my skin as she purrs in contentment. “You're so beautiful on your knees like this, faggot. Such a sweet little cocksucking slut, so eager.”

I moan gently, offering sensual vibrations through my tongue as I draw it up to her crown. I grind just the tip of my glossal muscle against her sensitive frenulum, looking up, making eye . I want her to know I'm committed to her pleasure.

Mom smiles down at me, her spine arching, hips pressing forward to lean her cock into my touch. The low moaning sound that radiates from her throat is a melody in my ears. It slowly evolves into a rumbling growl, a demand for me to do more.

More of what I've been doing, more of what Mom likes to feel on her cock. I flutter my eyes up at her, letting her see more of my eyelashes. My lips press a trail of kisses down one side of her shaft before my tongue flexes wide to lick up along it.

“Yes, faggot! Work your mouth for me, you whore!” Mom growls with lust and need, her cock hot, slick, glistening in the artificial light of the kitchen, under my tongue. She groans, her thighs flexing tense underneath my palms, overwrought.

Her need is palpable beneath my tongue, as I draw it up her shaft. Mom's heartbeat pulses against my lips as I kiss a path down her shaft, yet again, urging her onward. She growls with need, the burgeoning, blossoming jasmine of her release.

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